He watches frequencies like curb side fares
Each signal calls like passengers on stairs
The kettle screams its high thin metal song
He knows the rhythm waited far too long
Kettle static fills the quiet room
Morning frequency cuts through the gloom
He reads the airwaves like a city map
No fare evades his steady listening trap
Condensation writes on window pane
Morse code messages in drops of rain
His thermos holds the bitter black brew
Static clears when signals breakthrough
Kettle static fills the quiet room
Morning frequency cuts through the gloom
He reads the airwaves like a city map
No fare evades his steady listening trap
Red sky warning on the operator board
Pressure dropping like a passenger's word
He adjusts the squelch with calloused thumb
Every frequency finds its sum
Kettle static fills the quiet room
Morning frequency cuts through the gloom
He reads the airwaves like a city map
No fare evades his steady listening trap
The whistle peaks then falls to silence
Voice comes through on channel violence
Coordinates locked position known
He's never truly driving alone
Logbook entry timestamp precise
Another shift at quantum price
Steam settles down on Formica top
He drinks his coffee never stops
Kettle static fills the quiet room
Morning frequency cuts through the gloom
He reads the airwaves like a city map
No fare evades his steady listening trap
Kettle static steady hand on tap
Dial stays warm beneath his palm
Next frequency brings the calm
